Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.